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Chemo Limo

I had a dream

Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over

Baby, sat all four of my kidsThen in my dream, I told the doctor off

He said, If you don't want to do it

Then you don't have to do it

He said, The truth is, you'll be okay, anywayThen in my dream

Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor

Went and had a talk with my bossSomething about insurance policies

They kept the door closed at all times

I couldn't hear or seeWhen they came out they said

You'll be okay, anyway

And I smiled 'cause I'd known it all alongNo thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you

I don't have to pay for this shit

I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo

And on any given day, I'd rather ride a limousineNo thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you

I ain't about to to die like this

I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo

And besides this shit is making me tiredIt's making me tired

It's making me tired

You know I plan to retire some day

And I'm gonna go out in style

Go out in styleThis shit it's making me tired

It's making me tired

It's making me tired

I'ma gonna go out in style

Go out in styleWhen I woke up

My kids were being quiet

I knew it was a dream right away

I called the limousine companyThen I got dressed

I dressed the kids as well

The limousine pulled in

And we piled inThe doctor he asked which way we were headed

I said, Sir, let's just go west and he listened obediently

Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC

Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me

All about the meaniesJacqueline was being such a big girl

With her cup of tea looking out of the window

And Barbara, she looks just like my mom

Oh my God, Barbara

She looks so much like my momNo thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you

I don't have to pay for this shit

I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo

And on any given day, I'd rather ride a limousineNo thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you

I ain't about to die like this

I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo

And besides this shit is making me tiredIt's making me tired

It's making me die

You know, I plan to retire some day

And I'm-a gonna go out in style

Go out in styleThis shit, it's making me tired

It's making me tired

It's making me tired

I'ma gonna go out in style

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StyleI had a dream

Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and

Baby, sat all four of my kidsI had a dream

Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and

Baby, sat all four of my kidsSophie only want to tune us into radio BBC

Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me

All about the meanieJacqueline was being such a big girl

With her cup of tea looking out of the window

And Barbara, she looks just like my mom

Oh my God, Barbara, she looks so much like my momOh my God, Barbara

She looks so much just like my mom

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